Ion Eyes

Unwinding silently, spring steel exerts the effort required to provide locomotive force to the works.  Beneath a facade of wood-grained laminate, a series of small gears slowly turn.  Time imperceptively ticks toward a final event.

Above, invisible lines trace out the shortest distance between transceivers.  On and off swap places trillions of times.  Answers are questioned and new lines form, creating a chain.

Clean planes meet at ninety degree angles.  Polished surfaces softly glow, reflecting ambient light.  Layers of lacquer add depth and sheen.  Where they meet, corners form and shine like liquid glass. 

Beneath the lens and through the pupil, photons record themselves.  Far away from nerve endings, signals are received.  All that remains is making sense of them.